I'm still here, but apparently I'm on summer hours--at least through this week yet for sure. You would think that after the dates I've gone on, the concerts I've been to, and the weekend trips I've taken recently, I would have plenty of stories to share. Unfortunately, after an unusually strenuous few hours of much-overdue yard work tonight, all I can do is stare at my screen and sigh, "Dang. I'm TIRED."
This just in: mowing takes a lot longer when you let your lawn grow to damn-near prairie grass height. That's Basic Home Ownership 101 right there. Also, wearing gloves is a good idea when pulling the two-foot long weeds and grasses and other assorted wildlife that sprout up when you're not looking.
The brand new scrape across my gloveless knuckles reminds me of a fun little game Liz suggested in my comments a while back. In lieu of any sort of proper post, would you care to tell me about the stupidest way you've ever hurt yourself? I'm sure someone out there has done something more ridiculous than put a gash in their wrist while cleaning the bathroom or tear a ligament tripping on a balloon. Anyone? Bueller? Do tell.